The Distant Metropolis

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The road out of the valley was not a path so much as a scar, a jagged line of gravel and mud that cut through the dense, breathing fog. I walked with my head down, counting the steps to keep my hands from shaking. The weight in my backpack was not books or food. It was a ledger, bound in black leather, heavy with the ink-stained records of men who had built their empires on the suffering of...

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